When I Say….

29 02 2008

‘A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.’ 
When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not shouting ‘I’m clean livin”  I’m whispering ‘I was lost, Now I’m found and forgiven.’ 

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. 

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not trying to be strong.  I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on. 

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess. 

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not claiming to be perfect,  My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it. 
When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I still feel the sting of pain..  I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name. 

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not holier than thou, I’m just a simple sinner Who received God’s good grace, somehow!

 Pretty is as Pretty does… but beautiful is just plain beautiful! 


Who is “the least” in your life?

16 02 2008


I assure you, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it for me!

Matthew 25:40 NLT

Loving the Least

I remember a poster. The poster was a picture of a homeless man lying in a dirty gutter holding a bottle in a paper bag by his side. The inscription on the bottom was a quote from Mother Teresa. It read, “You love Jesus only as much as the person you love the least.”

For all we don’t understand about the life of Jesus and the true nature of God, there is one truth that he made completely clear. The Christian faith is about service and humility. It’s about helping those who can’t help themselves. It’s about loving others more than we love ourselves—even the most unlovable among us.

What is the sign of true followers? Is it the amount of knowledge that we have? Is it the money we give to missions? the degrees we’ve earned? the number of people we’ve preached to? the hours we’ve spent worshiping in church? the books we’ve read or written?

According to Jesus, the sign of the saved is their love for the least.

It is said that when Francis of Assisi left his wealth behind to seek God, he stripped naked and walked out of the city. The first person he encountered on his journey was a leper on the side of the road. He first passed him, then turned back. He embraced the leper in his arms before continuing his journey. A few steps down the road he turned and saw that the leper was gone. Until his dying day, Francis of Assisi was convinced that the leper was Jesus. Even if he was wrong, he was right.

Resurrection..Nicole Sponberg

15 02 2008


Turn It UP! Ok beautiful…. for weeks now I have been hearing this song on my way to work or home and WOW what can I say it is unreal awesome!!

I love deep things….It so speaks to the secret places in my heart…. God is so good to his people…. he gives them such talents/gifts.

Sow In Tears, with Dad

12 02 2008
Yesterday I drove home to have surgery and to spend a few hours with my family….I love small doses of time with my Dad it is always real sweet…..I arrived with a Billy Graham DVD in hand and new it would make him smile and also grab his time and attention…Of course I had other secret motives and that was to plant seeds of Love in his heart that I new would take root….See my dad loves Billy Graham…and see God and I have this life line connection , where he tells me just what to do to win my dads time and heart and I obey..giggles..God is so cool!!!
Anyway I climbed up in the big chair with my Dad and cuddled in his arms it was good to be home for a short time..God never allows me to stay to long..that is ok to…that is best…Going home is like amazing…my dad is always thrilled to see me…and he always welcomes me with open arms….So as we watched this DVD I learned much I did not know about Billy Graham. WOW!
I mean he was already an amazing man ….but did you know he went to Bob Jones Bible Collage and was kicked out…YES Amazing LOL….He was also told he would NEVER amount to anything, that he would not be a good speaker, student or preacher…
I have to laugh…because MY GOD is so much bigger than people and well, he knows the BIG picture.
Billy Graham today is one of the most amazing men of God I think I have ever known…I do believe he brought over 35 million people to Christ …
Wow that is amazing…I want to do that.
So I was on my way home last night and my drive was long but I do not mind, I love alone time with the Lord..He talks to me and tells me things and we just have sweet fellowship..he usually renews my spirit..because going home sometimes is a challenge for me..sometimes draining spiritually…because my family does not really walk with the Lord.
Anyway he was speaking to me about those very things that went on with Billy Graham and how we sometimes look to people to build us up or to affirm us in some area…and when people fall short we start to take our eyes off the Lord and put them on the person and then we get into that OH POOR ME mentality….the thief just tries so hard to rob us.
At work I use to get upset if I did a great job and no one told me, or when I was growing up as a child. But the beautiful thing is I no longer need people to tell me who I am or how well I did a job…because I now know who I am in Christ.
What a Blessing.
I just smiled all over…God is so good…
Psalms 126:5

Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.The most difficult place to keep moving in faith is the place of extreme pain. Extreme pain, especially emotional pain, can become immobilizing to the human spirit if it is allowed to overcome us. The psalmist tells us there is only one remedy for overcoming painful circumstances that will result in joy. We are to sow in the midst of these times. You cannot do this if you live by feelings alone. It is an act of the will. This act requires that we go outside ourselves in pure faith.“He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him” (Ps. 126:6). Pain can become a source of joy if we take the first step by planting seed. There is a harvest that will come if we sow in the midst of tears.



A True Story It’s Heart Warming

6 02 2008

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read,
‘I will work for food.’ My heart sank.

I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: ‘Don’t go back to the office until you’ve at least driven once more around the square’

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square’s third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.
I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town’s newest visitor.

‘Looking for the pastor?’ I asked.
‘Not really,’ he replied, ‘just resting.’
‘Have you eaten today?’
‘Oh, I ate something early this morning.’
‘Would you like to have lunch with me?’
‘Do you have some work I could do for you?’
‘No work,’ I replied. ‘I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.’

‘Sure,’ he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions.
 ‘Where you headed?’
‘ St. Louis .’
‘Where you from?’
‘Oh, all over; mostly Florida .’
‘How long you been walking?’
‘Fourteen years,’ came the reply.
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, ‘Jesus is The Never Ending Story.’
Then Daniel’s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He’d made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought.
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God.

‘Nothing’s been the same since,’ he said, ‘I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.’

‘Ever think of stopping?’ I asked.
‘Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That’s what’s in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.’
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: ‘What’s it like?’
‘To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?’

‘Oh, it was humiliating at first.
People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed
a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn’t make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people’s concepts of other folks like me.’

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, ‘Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I’ve prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.’
I felt as if we were on holy ground. ‘Could you use another Bible?’ I asked.

He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. ‘I’ve read through it 14 times,’ he said.

‘I’m not sure we’ve got one of those, but let’s stop by our church and see.’ I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.

‘Where are you headed from here?’ I asked.

‘Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.’
‘Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?’
‘No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that’s where I’m going next.’

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we’d met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.

‘Would you sign my autograph book?’ he asked. ‘I like to keep messages from folks I meet.’

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, ‘I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.’

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘I know we just met and we’re really just strangers, but I love you.’
‘I know,’ I said, ‘I love you, too.’ ‘The Lord is good!’

‘Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?’ I asked.
‘A long time,’ he replied
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, ‘See you in the New Jerusalem.’
‘I’ll be there!’ was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, ‘When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’
‘You bet,’ I shouted back, ‘God bless.’
‘God bless.’ And that was the last I saw of him.
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them… a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.

Then I remembered his words: ‘If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.

‘See you in the New Jerusalem,’ he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will… 

The Perfect Moment

5 02 2008


Every thought of you brings me back to a perfect moment.
Something I wished I had said but sometimes what we feel inside is more than words can say.
Something like today my mouth screamed your name in it’s silent moment before your calls.
It was far from the offer you gave or sent but did not.
It was so much more but I could only feel you miss it.
I questioned my perfection with eyes that dripped like wax from a candle.
I traced my finger across my boot like the words I said that were less than measured.
I reached out my hand towards you but the wind just blew through my fingers leaving them lonely.
And then everything just stopped moving and nothing , I knelt in silence for hours waiting for a broken image that I was sure of, all my heart could see was beauty.
Sold out to
So right
It is him
The one
I just feel it
Can you feel it to ?


60 Years…BUT

4 02 2008
A  man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open it or ask her about it.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one
day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.
In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the
shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.
He asked her about the contents. “When we were to be married,” she
said, ” my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two
precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with
“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doll, but what about all of this money?
Where did it come from?”
“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”
A Prayer
Dear Lord, I pray for Wisdom to understand the man you give me;
Love to forgive him;
And Patience for his moods;
Because Lord, if I pray for Strength,
I’ll beat him to death, because I don’t know how to crochet !!